"How much longer must you wander?"
Qiao Zhiyu's reaction was subtle.
He pressed his lips tightly, staring at Wen Qiao with a hint of resentment and unwillingness.
He had lost because he did not have an uncle like Jiang Shaohua.
If he were Yuanyuan's cousin, that status should have been his. How could it fall to this Lord Wen, who was not from an old gentry clan?
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